1. How many books do I own? I’ve never bothered to count, but well over a thousand I’d think. Other than all the books lying around the house and cottage (as in not in bookshelves and thus prone to driving Mr. Jazz crazy), the front room of our place has two walls covered floor to ceiling in bookshelves. Overflowing bookshelves. This despite the fact that I try to cull regularly and get rid of books I know I’ll never read again (get rid of as in donate, sell or otherwise make disappear without throwing out). Thing is, my books are special. My books get together in the dead of night and procreate. Really they do. I swear!
2. What was the last book read? Technically the last one I read is A Year in Japan by Kate Williamson. It’s an artists journal. Lovely watercolours and chronicals her year in Kyoto. I loved it.
Right now I’m in the middle of The Sleeping Buddha by Hamida Ghafour, a canadian-afghan journalist who spent time in Afghanistan after the fall of the Taliban. It retraces both the history of her country and of her family. So-so so far, but good enough to keep at it.
3. What was the last book I bought? If I recall correctly, but I probably don’t, that would be a book on the birds of Texas. Did you know that of the 900-some birds in North America, almost 700 of them can be found in Texas because they’re on the migration routes. And over 300 species can be found in the Corpus Christi area. Not that this has anything to do with books – except that I’ve gotten into the habit of buying bird books for each place I go. So yeah, that would be it. It’s a rare day when I buy only one book; I have a tendancy to enter a bookstore and go crazy.
4. Five meaningful books that I’ve read:
Meaningful in general or meaningful for me? Big difference. I’ll go with me. So off the top of my head:
Lord of the Rings – For me this is the book (well trilogy – though actually it wasn’t meant as a trilogy but as one volume. The publisher broke it down when it was first published because they figured it wouldn’t sell as a 1000+ page book) to end (rule?) them all. I am a LOTR junkie. I’ve read this about 7-8 times and am way overdue for another re-read. And I loved the movies, which were spectacularly done, but I love the books more. Besides, the books are easier to consult on the bus. It is without a doubt my favourite book of all time.
Lord of the Flies – by William Golding. I read this book when I was about 12 or 13 and it blew me away, exposed me to concepts that I’d never really had much of a notion about. I have a thing for Lords don’t I?
Nancy Drew – I was a fan of the Nancy Drew series. Here was a girl not much older than myself – ok quite a bit older, she was 16 wasn’t she? – who solved mysteries, who took no guff from anyone, who had a car and a father who, damn it, would let her traipse around solving mysteries. Nancy Drew so rocked, though I really disliked the name Nancy
The Brothers Karamzov – Dostoyevsky. As far as I’m concerned, one of the best books ever written. It’s absolutely brilliant. That’s all.
The Mother Tongue – Bill Bryson. This is the first book of Bryson’s I ever read. Subtitled: English and How It Got that Way. Quite simply the history of the English language. It’s funny, it’s irreverent and it’s, well, vintage Bryson. This book started my love affair with Bryson’s writing. After reading it I hunted down all his books and have kept up with him ever since.
Of course it would be hard to not have become a reader, both my parents instilled a love of books into the three of us really young. There were always books, life without them was unthinkable, though I do remember mom taking my book away and shooing me outside to play. What was up with that?